Meanwhile, at another location, the Serra Tribe.
"Father, the Watson Tribe doesn't take us seriously at all, they dared to hurt both my brother and me at the same time, and my brother's injuries are so severe, what are we going to do?" Mo Na's face was filled with hatred.
After arranging for Mo Zhu to rest, Mo Zha turned around, took Mo Na's arm, patted her head, and said meaningfully: "Nana, you must remember not to mess with the Watson Tribe again in the future, understand?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Na's originally cute face turned ferocious: "Father, look at my arm, they caused me to lose one, are we just going to sit back and let this happen? Why aren't you thinking of avenging me?"
Her voice was full of grievance which made Mo Zha's heart clench; he had always cherished his only daughter. Seeing her being treated badly, how could he not be angry? How could he not think of revenge?
